We’ve been back stateside long enough to blend in now. The wear and tear of living abroad has worn off now. The shock of repatriation is beginning to wane. We’re still floating and waiting for the job ship to set sail. Until then, the process continues. Our stories are told in English with more fluidity. We have perfected the elevator speech and dwindled 2.5 years of life into 2.5 minutes. Just because we seem to blend in and life seems a little more put together does not mean that we’re no longer affected by reverse culture shock. No, no. Quite the contrary. Enjoy McPherson Time’s perspective on this time in our lives.
The future used to be as big as the sky.
But here, everyone’s tomorrow is as tiny as the stars.
Why reach out for a target so tiny?
To connect with people here is to make constellations.
But there are barely any stars when I look up in this city to begin with.
They don’t want to hear my stories,
They want me to make their imaginations come true.
I’ve collected all these huge fireflies, but they want to make my jar go dim.
Jars aren’t supposed to shine; they’re supposed to keep useful things, like preserves or change.
When I speak of magic,
Why do their imaginations wander away from the wonder I have to tell,
Only to capture things mundane,
Things they’ll see in their tiny tomorrow.
Maybe my world is too jarring.
Maybe I should speak smaller
Maybe my stories need to be less lightning bug,
And more laser pointer.
Thanks again to poet – Anthony McPherson – for taking the time to write these words. I am honored and amazed to read my own thoughts through the artistic eyes of others.
Love someone big today.